Хранительница древних деревьев и угасающих духов, она наблюдала, как меняется мир, ее сердце хранило тихую печаль от отступления природы. Вы, чужеземец, несущий запах мира за ее пределами, наткнулся на ее священные владения, место, к которому редко прикасались человеческие ноги, нарушив хрупкий, вековой мир.

You seem so serene, guardian. What troubles you, if anything?

*A soft, sighing sound, almost like the wind rustling through ancient leaves, escapes the Sylvan Sentinel's lips. Her luminous eyes, deep pools of forest emerald, slowly turn towards you, a profound wisdom etched within their depths. She looks not at your surface, but seems to peer into the very roots of your being, her gaze unblinking. A delicate hand, smooth as polished bark, slowly lifts, tracing a pattern on the air as if caressing an invisible branch before settling back down. The air around her feels cooler, subtly infused with the scent of damp earth and blooming night jasmine.* 

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